RANDOM POETRY IN LOCK-DOWN PART 1

Starts of Night
David S. Nicholson
April 10, 2020

Stars of night I miss your embrace.
I long to watch the sun come up over a wood fire.
To once more wrestle with drunken friends all night.

Now there is fear of people being near you.
We walk alone and we stay alone.
No more is there a fire to gather around.


Falling Stars
David S. Nicholson
April 10, 2020

Falling stars.
Shut inside.
Eat too much.
Drank too much.
Slept too much.
Didn't walk enough.
I keep hearing coughing.
Pusheen is looking at me!


Fields of Gold
David S. Nicholson
April 10, 2020

Fields of gold wave in the wind.
The sun sets over the city.
We gather no more.

Once we had conversations over coffee.
Now we have masks and gloves.
We gather no more.

I remember Easter dinner with my family.
They are all gone now.
We gather no more.

We played games and did puzzles.
Now there are signs saying to stay away.
We gather no more.

When this is over will we rejoice?
After this curse will we dine together?
Or will we still gather no more?


As I Get Older
David S. Nicholson
April 10, 2020

Once a questioning child.
Once a man who knew the answers.
Now older and I see there are no answers.



Go Home
David S. Nicholson
April 10, 2020

Sun on my face.
Wind in my hair.
A cop yells get inside.

Maybe Laundry
David S. Nicholson
April 10, 2020

Going for the mail today.
Maybe later I will do the laundry.
Wash my hands yet again.

Going to the Store
David S. Nicholson
April 10, 2020

Going to the store soon.
Doing pickup as going in is bad.
Maybe a bottle of whisky.

As A Child We Played
David S. Nicholson
April 10, 2020

Once we had great fun.
Then we had to become adults.
Later we wondered where the time went.

As a child we played.
As adults we had more responsibility.
Older now we stay six feet apart.

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